Who: Katherine Pierce and YOU.
Where: The Dining Room, The Grounds, The Library.
When: Early August, let's say roughly during the first two weeks.
Rating: Katherine's throwing things. I'll update if things get a little mad.
Summary: Since her arrival a week ago, Katherine's been keeping to herself. But her own company has been driving her a little mad, and so she's ready to play. (But has her definition of "play" changed? Tune in to find out.)
The Story:

The Dining Room — Morning

Katherine sits at one of the tables, flipping through a magazine as though she has little care in the world. And it's partly true; she doesn't.

In the long glass filled with ice cubes with half a lime wedged onto the lip of it, Katherine drinks through a straw what appears to be a red iced tea. But it isn't. It's blood, slightly diluted with the water Wonderland's chosen to melt from the ice cubes in it, with a sprinkle of vervain to make it appear as though she's dropped herbs onto the surface.

Flipping idly through a magazine, Katherine finds herself incredibly bored. Wonderland is akin to a compelled servant, giving her what she wants, albeit with a slight twist of making it slightly impersonal. She wants a book that smells like home, and it appears too pristine for her to immerse herself into believing it is from home.

But it's nothing to worry about. She flips through her magazine before she grows tired of it and flicks it to the corner of the table. It's then she starts picking at the food, an assortment of treats, from baked goods with pink icing to finger sandwiches.

Katherine picks it up, but never eats it. Sometimes, she even tosses the food back onto the plate like she's disgusted by it.

If she doesn't have her magazine in arm's reach, she picks up her book, a copy of Alice in Wonderland where she's studiously written notes from her own observations and learnings in the margins, and sometimes tosses that over her shoulder in irritation, too.

The Dining Room should have a sign: Warning, flying objects.

The Grounds — Afternoon

Making the rounds around Wonderland for the nth time, Katherine's grown tired of the same sights and sounds and scents.

The Vendors are of great interest to her, but Katherine doesn't so much as venture toward them. She may have a map, a pamphlet tucked away in the back of her pants' pocket, but Katherine Pierce doesn't wish to go anywhere near something that could take away her memories.

Not yet, anyway.

Besides, she's been traipsing all throughout Wonderland searching for a rabbit hole, and she's incredibly annoyed she hasn't found one big enough to suck her up and take her back to her sweet little cushiony town in Pennsylvania.

She really misses the bartender. With those bright blue eyes and that jawline — Katherine aches for a home that was never truly hers.

"Ugh!"

Katherine flops onto the stone lip of the fountain. Lying with her back on it, she cares very little that she doesn't have a pillow for her head. One leg hangs over the side, heel almost embedded harshly into the soil, while the other is bent at the knee, heel resting on the stone lip. With an arm thrown over her eyes, she shields herself from the sun.

She's dropped a croquet mallet on the grass.

It's her choice of weapon. Poetic, she thinks. To be trapped in Wonderland for a week had been an incredibly relaxing holiday, but Katherine's grown bored. How many times can she watch television? How many times can she catch up on her reading? On her stalking of the network, enjoying watching as everyone congregates in fear and even in urgency over issues that seem so minor and dull to someone who has lived for five hundred years.

She remains there, as still as the stone she rests on. Dressed in black tailored pants, black heels, and a black leather jacket, the only colour on her is her dark blue stylish top. Her hair remains impeccably curled, and thrown over the sides of the fountain, the edges dipping into the water.

Caring very little about that, though, she finds herself giving into what's been eating at her for days.

She groans, "Why is this place so boring?"

The Library — Night

As much of a party animal as Katherine is, she's quite studious to boot. Asking the closets for her own version of Alice in Wonderland, she's combed through half the editions she's been able to think and picture vividly and clearly in her head.

Half of her books of the woman and world in question have been highlighted and written all over. Comparing this Wonderland to the stories and their own differing versions, Katherine's trying to investigate her new home. The pamphlet, somehow printed out thanks to the magic of the closet, sits beside her on her table, as she remains hunched over a book.

It's a tiny little novel of her own, the cover quite pretty in its own design. Katherine's flicking quickly and almost uncaringly through the pages, muttering to herself she's read it before. How many similar versions are there? Do they only reprint the damn thing with a new and lazier cover?

She tosses the Alice in Wonderland novel she has in her hands over her shoulder. Slumping back in her chair, she pouts for a moment, and gives into that studious disappointment all scholars must face.

She wouldn't know. She avoided school. But what she does know: Studying her little books with her mini project underway in the dead of night, or when it's dark and the sun has gone to sleep for the moon to awaken and rise, is much easier than doing so when the mansion's bustling with too much activity. The sounds are softer, footsteps easier to tune out to.

Katherine can't sleep, feeling on edge and uneasy within this new realm. But she won't admit as much to herself. Nothing ruffles her feathers, after all.

"How can you have so many copies of the one book and have nothing change?"

And she flicks her pen across the table for good measure. It doesn't matter, though. She has a hole pile of them sitting beside her, a little diary out and scribbled on, and many other books, some of Alice, some of magic, some that are simply just plain novels she wouldn't mind reading, piled around her.

( please note: I will match action spam or prose! please be aware of Katherine's abilities as a vampire that you're more than welcome to lmk (via PM or plurk!) if you'd like to go down that road, especially re: compulsion. otherwise, no vampire abilities will be used, but I can't guarantee Katherine won't be a brat in company (or charming — you never know!). please feel free to catch her walking through the grounds with her croquet mallet, too. if you want a specific starter at all, or to do something different, hit me up! c: )